The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
Bitter and bitter, frosty temples, heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
Manjiang Hongyuefei
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
Ba Shenggan Liu Zhouyong
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? If you want a beautiful woman to look at the building, you will miss it a few times and return to the boat. Try to know me, lean on the dry place, carefree.
The intermittent rain falls and the wind is cool. Laughing at heaven and earth, I feel helpless. Sink for a long time, everywhere is melancholy. I seek knowledge to nourish my nature and repair it anywhere.
Nalanxingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what bothers me. I'm bored when I wake up, bored when I'm drunk, and I haven't dreamed of Xie Qiao.